"Again I resume the long lesson:
how small a thing can be pleasing,
how little in this hard world it takes
to satisfy the mind and bring it to
its rest.

Within the ongoing havoc
the woods this morning is
unnaturally still. Through stalled air,
unshadowed high, a few leaves fall
of their own weight.

The sky
is gray. It begins in mist almost
at the ground and rises forever.
The trees rise in silence almost
natural, but not quite, almost eternal,
but not quite.

What more did I think i wanted?
Here is what has always been.
Here is what will always be. Even in me,
the Maker of all this returns in rest,
even to the slightest of His works,
a yellow leaf slowly falling, and is pleased."

"This Day"  -Wendell Berry